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I Shouldn't Feel This Way- Chapter 9

I Shouldn't Feel This Way- Chapter 9

Will they be able to keep their hands off each other through the night?


“I can give you a pair of my shorts and a T shirt to wear since we didn’t exactly buy you night time attire.” 

I rummaged through my closet and tossed her a pair of my navy blue shorts that had a pull string around the stretchy waist band, and a white T shirt that was clearly too big for her size. “You’ll probably disappear in my clothing, but at least you’ll sleep comfortably.” 


God, I loved her smile. It was adorable. I grabbed a pair of slacks and stepped into the bathroom to change and brush my teeth. 

Today was certainly an interesting day…I still wanted to beat that mother fucker up before leaving NYC. I couldn’t wait for the moment where I could personally deliver my fist to his mouth, but I guess I’d have to be patient for the time being. Besides, how could I stay mad when Aria was around? It was like she magically made my rage disappear, and also appeared to be the cure for my nicotine cravings. I was so close to lighting up tonight. In some ways, I was glad she interrupted my little love affair with cigarettes. 

I took a moment to just stare at my reflection in the mirror, because I was worried that I might walk out of the bathroom while she was indecent. I considered myself a high maintenance kind of guy. I took care of my skin, my body, and in general my overall appearance. I have always been that way. 

I was about to look away when something caught my eye. I peered in closer towards the mirror and stared at a couple thin stretched lines that were fading in around the corner of my eyes. What the hell? Wrinkles? FuckNoI was disturbed by the thought of aging; Dorian Gray Syndrome much? 

With a heavy sigh, I opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a tube of my anti-aging cream. This shit better work, I thought in dismay. I had been using it as a part of my daily skincare regimen every morning for the past two weeks. I knew I looked young for my age, but getting older made me paranoid, so every time I saw any visible signs of aging on my face, I went above and beyond to try and stop the clock. Believe it or not, there were men out there that didn’t like getting old just as much as women. We live in a superficial society, surrounded by superficial people. If you go to a job interview with all the right credentials, looking like an unattractive fat slob, they’re going to discriminate against you and hire the guy who’s got some of the expected qualifications because he looks like a million bucks. It doesn’t matter if you’re a man, or a woman. If you’re intelligent and you look good, chances are you’re going to go further in life compared to the average Joe and plain Jane. That’s just how society is, don’t crucify me for it, I didn’t write the rules. 

I grabbed my dental floss and quickly flossed my teeth before I walked out of the bathroom. When I saw my daughter, I was stunned and found myself slightly mute for the longest five seconds. Aria was standing a few feet away from me and she had changed into my clothes alright…except she wasn’t wearing my shorts. 

“Um, your shorts are way too big.”

I tried not to stare at her legs because I could tell that she felt somewhat uncomfortable. “Don’t worry about it. You’re getting under the covers anyway.” I walked past her and tried not to look back. My T shirt was definitely big on her, but it wasn’t long enough to cover her knees. If she raised her arms, I was pretty sure I could see her panties. Okay…yeah…not going there. 

“Do you have any mouth wash?” 

“Yeah, it’s in the cabinet underneath the sink,” I felt relieved when she walked inside the bathroom and shut the door. 

It didn’t take very long for her to return, and I had already pulled back the covers so she could quickly get under them, and I could tuck her in like a good father. 

“You must be exhausted, come get in bed.” 

She obeyed and I watched as her tiny frame disappeared under the big duvet cover. Okay, now it was safe to lay beside her, though I didn’t get under the blanket with her. Instead, I propped up a pillow behind me against the headboard and reclined back into it, shifting just a bit until I got comfortable. When I turned my body towards her, I noticed that she had pulled the covers down a bit so that her upper body was visible, but everything from the waist down as covered under the sheets. Thank god. Okay, I admit it…legs were my weakness. I loved every part of a woman’s body, but there was something about a nice pair of killer legs that just made me so… 


I tuned out my thoughts and looked at her. “Yes, baby girl?” 

“Thank you for today. You know— for everything.” 

It amazed me how she was so appreciative of everything that I did for her, even the little things, probably because she had been so deprived of materialistic luxuries growing up. In some ways I could never forgive my mother for playing God with my life, but I knew that I couldn’t place all the blame on her…or Emily

“Aria, I love spoiling you. Don’t consider today as the last time. You have many more shopping sprees to come.” 

Her eyes lit up as she smiled and moved in closer to me, hugging my body while the smell of her strawberry, vanilla shampoo enticed my senses. I brushed her silky hair back with my fingers, and kissed her on the head. “Close your eyes angel. You need your sleep.” 

Mmmm, you feel so warm.

I listened to her hum while she rested her head on my chest. 

“Can you tell me a story?” 

“Aren’t you a little too old for stories?” I chuckled a bit because I wasn’t expecting that. The way she giggled made me melt, especially when she looked up at me with those baby blue eyes. 

“You said you want to make up for lost time. Well, here’s your chance. I want to hear my first bed time story.” 

“Aria, I’m horrible at story telling.” A child was more capable of carrying out such a task. 

“You’re going to need practice anyway if you and Vanessa are planning to have kids.” 

That was true. Dammit

“What do you think storybooks are for?” 

“Oh come on….please daddy?” 

She was totally breaking down my tough guy exterior. I took a deep breath and thought for a moment. Okay, what the hell, how bad could it be? Hopefully my story would bore her to sleep. I cuddled her as she snuggled up closest to me. “Once upon a time in a faraway land….” Jeez, how original. “A beautiful princess was born into the world. Her name was Princess Aria.” 

Her cute laughter made me smile again, and it was distracting me from continuing, but I tried. 

“And she was the most gorgeous, precious little child to have ever been seen by anyone who was lucky enough to look upon her angelic face,” I played with her hair while I attempted improvised narration. 

“The King was the youngest King to ever rule the land, and he was devastated when his princess was taken away from him during night, never to be seen again. He swore that he would never rest until he found his daughter. And so he searched far and wide, gathering his knights and forming an army, invading every village and town looking for his long lost princess. He became notoriously known as The Mad King Noah…”

I was pretty much babbling for over ten minutes, trying to piece a make belief story together that was themed by real life events. And slowly, but surely, she fell fast asleep. I kissed her head and softly whispered into her hair; 

After many battles fought, and so much blood shed…he finally found his princess, and King Noah swore he would never let Princess Aria out of his sight again, because she was the only reason why he lived. He existed for her. Without her, his life was meaningless.” 

I gently but carefully lay her head down on the pillow and then quietly slipped out of bed. Before leaving the room, I switched off the lamp and grabbed an extra pillow for myself. Tomorrow would be a busy day for me and I wasn’t looking forward to it, especially since I knew I wouldn’t be seeing Aria in the evening.


I pulled off my tank top and threw it on the coffee table before I lay down on the sofa. It took me a little while to find my comfy spot, but I eventually decided to lie on my back, folding my hands behind my head against the pillow. There were so many things going through my mind that it made it difficult for sleep to come any sooner. I had this big case I was working on, and it was stressing me out because it was getting dragged out longer than I expected. Being a corporate lawyer had its pros and cons. I had never lost a case though. Noah Hunter didn’t lose. 

I was worried about my wife. I was pretty sure Vanessa was getting addicted to cosmetic plastic surgery. Last year she got two breast implant replacements, liposuction on her stomach and thighs, and a brow lift. I had this huge fight with her before coming here because of her Botox addiction, and because she wanted to get more collagen lip injections. I told her I didn’t want to kiss fish lips and see a permanent trout pout on my wife, and we argued back and forth about how she hated her lips, blah, blah. Long story short—I threatened to divorce her if she did it (which I wouldn’t), but I felt like an asshole when she started crying, telling me that she had always felt insecure about her image and that she just wanted to look perfect. 

What the hell is wrong with women? I mean, they blame us men for promoting all these painful beauty practises when they’re the ones who are insisting to go under the knife while we’re more than happy with their natural beauty.

I never forced her or suggested that she get a pair of fake silicone tits. In fact, one of the reasons why I popped the question to Vanessa in the first place was because out of all the women that I was acquainted with, she was the most down to earth and genuine person. 

Six months into our marriage she started hanging out with all the wives of my partners at the firm and I guess the influence of those middle aged Barbies distorted her outlook on beauty. The glamour of living a Hollywood life had really rubbed off on her and now I was living with a cast mate from Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, in replacement of the woman I married. 

I tried not to upset myself with such thoughts as I grabbed my cellphone and set my alarm so that I wouldn’t sleep in. When I looked up, I saw Aria standing right above me. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, so I was able to see the terrified expression on her face. “Aria? Are you alright?” 

“I had a nightmare…” 

She was shaking, and instinctively I sat up and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward me. She curled up in my lap and started to cry. 

“Sweetheart, talk to me. It’s okay, it was just a nightmare.” I tried to console her as best I could while she covered her face with her hands. 

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. 

“Don’t hide your face. It’s okay to cry,” I gently removed her hand and wiped her tears away with my thumb. 

“You were gone. I woke up and you had left. I tried to call your phone but it was disconnected, and all your things were missing.” She sounded like she was having a panic attack. It broke my heart. 

“Aria, I haven’t’ left. I promised you I would never leave. It was just a nightmare angel. You don’t have to be afraid. Look at me. Look into my eyes.” 

She slowly tilted her head up and met my gaze. “Do you love me?” her vulnerability moved me. 

“More than I love anyone else in my life.”

Then prove it,” she suddenly shifted her weight so that she was sitting astride, facing me. And then she did something that completely caught me off guard. The white oversized T shirt that I had given her to wear slid right off her body. Within a blink of an eye she threw it over her head and tossed it behind her. Oh, fuck. She was wearing a white push up bra with pink lace panties and I was officially freaking out. 

“Aria, what are you—” 

I wasn’t able to finish because my hands had suddenly landed on her breasts, and I swear this didn’t happen on my own free will. She grabbed my wrists and placed them there. 

“I know you want me.” 

“Stop this! You’re my daughter!” I pulled my hands away, but she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and moved her body in closer to mine, locking me in place.

“You don’t love me?” there was a palpable pain in her eyes, and it was weighing down my chest because I wanted nothing more than to take that agony away, but how? What was she asking of me? 

“I do, more than my life,” my heart was beating so fast, reminding me of my near death experience when I almost overdosed eight years ago. 

“Then show me.” 

I was desperately trying to shackle myself to a wall in my mind, but she was standing right in front of me, almost naked, and the animal within wanted to break free and ravage her. 
Her hands brushed up and down my chest before she leaned in and kissed my neck. My body reacted and I had an instant hard on pressing right against her barely there panties. Good god, I needed to stop this. 

“Aria, stop! I said stop!” I lost control of my temper as I roughly grabbed her shoulders and shoved her away from me. I meant to use a stern tone, applying an authoritative disciplinary parenting tactic, but I wound up sounding like a raging crazed maniac in dire need of anger management. And to make matters worse, I didn’t think I quite knew my own strength, because I made her recoil from me. She rubbed the area where my hands were with tears in her eyes. I felt like shit. 

“I’m…I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to yell or hurt you.” 

“No, it’s my mistake. Of course you wouldn’t want me.”

I watched her run into the bedroom and before I could catch up and go after her, she walked out with her jeans on, throwing her shirt over her head and turning on the light so she could find her coat and shoes. 

This was bad. She was going to leave me. No, no, no, no! 

“Aria, wait! Where are you going?” I was panicking, as I rushed towards her and grabbed her arm. 

“I’m leaving. I can’t stay here another minute.” 

“It’s the middle of the night. I can’t let you go and walk the streets at this hour!” I was desperately trying to control my splintering temper. 

“Let go of me!” She yanked her arm away and grabbed her jacket. 

How could this be happening? How? 

I’ve cried only twice in my life. Once when my grandmother passed away, I was six years old. And the second time when I had gotten so high and drunk that I wanted to kill myself from the guilt I felt about abandoning my daughter. This was going to be the third time I was going to allow myself to break down because she was going to leave me and I was desperate for her not to go. 

“Aria, Aria—listen to me,” fresh hot tears hazed my vision as I stepped in front of the entrance door, blocking her route of escape. She wouldn’t look at me, but I could see the tears in her eyes. 

“Move, Noah!” 

“No! Look at me!” My voice was strained with emotion while I yelled at her, masking my hurt with anger. Those beautiful angelic eyes looked up at me, mascara and eyeliner running down her cheeks, and it just broke my heart a thousand times over. My adrenaline spiked on overdrive, I was achingly constricted in my boxer briefs, and I was trying to pull myself together at the same time. 

“Take off your jacket.” 


“Take it off.” 

“No! Why!?” 

“Why are you so stubborn!? Take it off!” I closed the gap between us, unzipped her coat, and pulled it off her body with force as it fell to the ground. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening, but I could sense all self-control abandoning me with every passing second. I swallowed hard, and searched her eyes. She was scared of me, I could see it, and I could feel it. Good
My inner beast was breaking the shackles off from the wall, and soon there would be nothing left to hold me back from her. 

“You don’t love me! You don’t care about me!” She was furiously emotional, and I wanted to pull her in my arms to convince her otherwise. 

“You don’t know half of what I feel for you, Aria…” I controlled the anger in my voice and stared at her with such intensity that made her back away, feeling intimidated by me.

My right wrist went free as the metal shackles fell to the ground, and now there was only the left side binding me, keeping me chained to the wall. My inner demon was wild and struggling to free itself from the subconscious prison in my mind. 

Aria took another step back and I matched her footsteps. 

“I hate you! I hate you, Noah!” 

“The line between love and hate is very thin, Aria.” My chest was completely exposed and I let her stab dagger after dagger deep into my heart, because I was her father, and I could survive it. But I still refused to cry in front of her. 

“I want to go home. Take me home!” She stood her ground, and challenged me. 

I closed my eyes, clenching my jaw, focusing all my strength, as the gatekeeper that protected all my subconscious thoughts walked away from the door that said; DO NOT ENTER. He knew fully well what was going to happen behind that door, and he knew there was no point in protecting it anymore, because he had gained full knowledge that I was completely aware of what was behind it. 

I watched myself finally break free of my left shackle, while I rubbed both my wrists before I walked through the forbidden threshold. There was nothing and no one left to restrain my demon now…and there she was, on the other side of the door. I was staring right at angel eyes.

“Take off your shirt.”

Everything happened so slow in my head. It seemed hard to believe that only three seconds had gone by this entire time.

She looked at me, confused, placing one foot behind her. I took a step closer to her like a maddened, hungry wolf. “Take it off, everything. Now.” 

Aria didn’t move. She stood still, frozen in shock. 

“Am I not making myself clear?” I reached for the buttons of her jeans and unfastened them, unzipping her fly and then pulling her pants down aggressively. There was too much adrenaline coursing through my body, and I was more beast than man at the moment. 

She pulled off her shirt and stepped out of her jeans. 

“You win, Aria.” I grabbed her and lifted her over my shoulder, then walked into the bedroom where I threw her down on the bed. She gasped as I effortlessly ripped her panties off, revealing the most beautiful cunt I had ever seen. It was evident that she waxed.

“You little liar, you said you’re a virgin.” 

“I am!” 

“Well, I guess I’m about to find out.” 

“Daddy, please go gentle.” 

But I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t. The idea that another man had been inside her was making me crazy. I needed to claim her. I quickly disrobed and leaned forward so that I was on top of her, in between her legs. My cock was dripping with pre cum and I needed release badly. 
She was breathing so hard, looking up at me with those innocent little eyes. No, they weren’t innocent, they were far from innocent. Aria spreads her legs for me as I grabbed my cock and shoved all nine and a half inches inside of her in one forceful thrust, skipping foreplay and going straight to penetration, because the wolf inside of me desired it. She screamed as soon as I buried my shaft deep inside of her. The crushing reality hit me hard. She wasn’t lying, I just took her virginity. My whole body was quivering in so much pleasure that I could hardly breathe. 

“Oh Jeezus, fuck! You’re so tight!” My chest heaved up and down as I kept my cock inside of her, throbbing and stretching the walls of her virgin hole. It was too late to stop, and turn back. I needed to penetrate her. I needed to fill her up with my seed. 

“Daddy, it hurts,” she whimpered with tears filling her eyes. 
The wolf within backed away, satisfied with his conquest as the man emerged from behind him, taking control over the beast. 
I leaned forward, tenderly kissing her face and eyes while I slowly moved in and out of her tight, slick entrance. She snaked her arms around my neck and I felt her warm lips press against mine. They felt so familiar and the sensation was only making me desire her more. Aria parted her sensuous lips, inviting my tongue inside as I took her, drinking her soul in a heated kiss. 

“Don’t you…[kiss]…dare…[kiss]…leave me…[kiss]…Aria.” I kissed her with unrelenting passion, biting and tugging on her lower lip before I devoured her with my cock. If this was sin, then we were both drowning in it. 

She held my face and stared into my eyes so seductively that I was pretty sure I would cum on the spot. “Fuck me. Please,” she was begging me and I couldn’t resist any longer. Those magic words were all it took to get me to unlock my beast from its cage so it could come out and play. Because after that, the only sounds that could be heard were my balls slapping against her tight wet cunt and her lustful moans crying out in pain and pleasure as I filled her to the hilt, thrusting harder and faster. 

It was the most erotic pleasure I had ever felt in my life. She was going to be my new addiction that I wouldn’t be able to kick. The rushing high that I felt from slamming my cock into my daughter’s wet cunt rivaled any drug induced high I had ever felt in the past. There was no way to rehabilitate myself after this. I would only want more and more like a junkie addicted to crack cocaine. She was going to be the death of me. 

Her quick and shallow breaths felt hot against my skin as she dug her nails into my back. I hid my face in the crook of her neck and groaned in pleasure, biting down on her shoulder. She moaned for me. 

“You feel so good inside me…don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 

“Are you on the pill?” Fuck, she was going to make me explode.

“No,” Aria breathed. 

“Shit, I need to pull out.” 

“No! Please don’t, I want to feel you fill me up.” 

Oh fuck me. I wanted nothing more than that. 

“Baby if I don’t, I’ll knock you up.” 

“I don’t care.” 

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I couldn’t find the inner strength to pull out of her. It felt like she was milking my cock with every stroke in and out. I was ready to shoot wave after wave of cum inside her. I just wanted to flood her with all my cum, so that once she’d stand up it would drip out of her pretty little pussy. 

“You belong inside me.” She was reading my mind.

Fuck, Aria…what are you doing to me?” I pulled back and stared into her eyes, her cheeks were flush and there was perspiration around her forehead. She smirked at me, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me forward so that she could lick my lips, teasing me as I caught the tip of her tongue and sucked it back before my lips crashed down onto hers. Lips, teeth and tongue all collided together, moving in unison while I supported my weight above her, invading her body with the reproductive organ that created her; my cock. 

This was wrong. Oh god, it was so wrong, but it felt so good, and it felt so right. 

“Tell me you love me, Noah.” 

“I do, I fucking do so much,” I expressed in between kisses, as I picked up my rhythm, ignoring all the risks and dangers while I worked towards my release. And just as I was about to cum, I heard my cellphone ring. Ignoring it seemed impossible because it sounded like it was ringing right next to my ear. 

What the fuck? 

Oh god Noah…” Aria was moaning my name, and I was about to take her over the edge with me, when the ringing started again. I slowed my pace down.

“Do you hear that?” 

“Hear what?” 

“The ringing.” 

“I don’t hear anything,” she replied. 

I heard something vibrating on the nightstand, and when I turned my head, expecting to find my cellphone, I saw nothing there.

Suddenly my eyes snapped open, and I found myself fully clothed sleeping next to my daughter on the bed. I had my arms wrapped around her in a spooning position and she was still under the covers while I was lying over them. Half asleep, rock hard and completely bewildered, I turned and reached over to my find my mobile. 

It was almost four in the morning when I read the caller ID. My college buddy Casey had called me, probably drunk off his ass. He usually had this tendency to drunk text and call in the middle of the night. When I checked my text messages, my suspicions were confirmed. I couldn’t make sense at all of what he was trying to say. I always joked with him and told him that an incompetent monkey was able to text better than him while intoxicated. 

Anyway, I slowly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. There was a traffic jam of thoughts in my head, and I felt sick to my stomach as guilt washed over me. What kind of father was I? Dreaming about fucking my own daughter… I woke up fully aroused and was still thinking about those images that shouldn’t have been there. It was shameful. 

Her feral moans echoed in my ears as I stood in front of the mirror and smacked myself in the head three times in a fit of rage. Nope, self-inflicted punishment didn’t make the feelings disappear. I turned on the tap and washed my face with ice cold water, refusing to jerk off because my conscience was marred with enough guilt. Instead, I took a moment to calm down before I exited the bathroom, and left Aria to sleep in the bedroom without me. 

I must’ve fallen asleep while telling her that story. 

When I finally lay down on the sofa, I felt an overwhelming relief. There was no explanation as to why I would dream something like that, but I was thankful to the dear lord himself (whom I had difficulty believing in) that it was only a dream. No, not a dream, a nightmare; a sick, twisted nightmare that still had me hard as a rock, which only added to my mentally disturbed state. 

What the fuck was wrong with you Noah? If this happened one more time, I was calling my shrink. There was no way in hell that I could ever initiate sex with my daughter. I’d rather be castrated or have my arms sawed off. She was my little girl. Okay, my young teenage daughter. But still— it just didn’t make sense as to why I could even subconsciously think about looking at her as some…sex object. Perhaps this was God’s way of punishing me for turning my back on him. Maybe I needed some sort of church intervention and become a born again Christian. 

I closed my eyes and tried to forget the sensation of what it felt like to be inside of her body…how good it felt… 

Jesus fucking Christ…I was going to hell. 

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Posted 14 Mar 2014 11:17
Like the way you tell the story through dialogue alone.

Posted 14 Oct 2013 12:29
I am having a sleepless night.. The story is amazing.. need a rest now..
Posted 15 Jul 2013 07:55
the series just keeps building and building. I can't wait to read the climax
Posted 08 Jun 2013 06:31
What a tease but oh so hot.
Posted 14 Mar 2013 15:09
All I can say is Excellent. "V=5X5."
Posted 14 Mar 2013 08:00
suspense, thrilling, so moving and intense! what a tease, too! so what's next? will the twists be as what everyone seems to be looking forward to? LOL me too! keep 'em coming.
Posted 14 Mar 2013 05:55
i'm on the website for nearly 2years and this is the first time i comments on a story excelent work.can't wait for the next chapter
Posted 14 Mar 2013 03:14
Awesome storyline, In this chapter we really get to see noah as he perceives himself instead of just what aria idolizes him to be, great job looking forward to reading a lot more. Now Noah seems more real to me love this.
Posted 13 Mar 2013 16:21
Can't wait for the next episode. Please release it quickly! 3333
Posted 13 Mar 2013 11:42
Oh my god - I am HOOKED!!! More please - MORE!
Posted 13 Mar 2013 07:56
Good story what is next chapter 10???? keep it coming..
Posted 13 Mar 2013 06:27
shes got him right where she wants him....more....consumate these two
Posted 13 Mar 2013 03:01
YES FINELY!!!! daddy gets that fresh young pussy lol
Posted 13 Mar 2013 01:08
Satan's voice is calling and all i can do is fight, fight till the animalistic urges take over. The readers hunger for more, they crave more. You hold the key in your hand, you hold dominance.

Just don't screw it up, its a definite 5 so far but i have read many this good and to see the author screw it up was heart breaking but keep going cause I'm falling in love with technique and beauty
Posted 12 Mar 2013 23:23
Sure hell. Hell of burning in self. Brning and unable to communcate too. What could be the greater tragedy? Great story. 5
Posted 12 Mar 2013 12:54
Outstanding; keep it cumming!!!
Posted 12 Mar 2013 12:30
OMG so hot, i cant wait for the next chapter.
Posted 12 Mar 2013 08:37
You had me hooked from the first chapter. It just keeps getting better.
Posted 12 Mar 2013 04:58
so HOT, I can't wait for the next one!
Posted 11 Mar 2013 20:36
i can't wait for the next chapter.. i am hooked..
Posted 11 Mar 2013 20:34
amazing chapters!!!! love you dont give it up right away like all other stories. begin, middle, end. meet, fuck, end. i cant stop reading the new chapters.
Posted 11 Mar 2013 19:32
DAMN!!! I THOUGHT THE DREAM WAS REAL!! ANYWAYS LOVE IT!!! are they actually gonna get to fuck each other? I CAN'T WAIT!!!
Posted 11 Mar 2013 12:44
Glad to know Noah was only dreaming and Aria was still intact under the duvet..
would have hated you passionately if this was the real sex...would love to read aria waking up next morning and touching the dried up precum on duvet covers and wondering... she is supposed to be a virgin and not know the intricacies of nocturnal ejaculations..want the real thing to be romantic slow and mutually satisfying in the extreme...witha lot of tender cunnilingus...if not i will stop now know...

Posted 11 Mar 2013 06:58
Another great chapter....just keeps getting better. Guessed right while reading..Noah must be
Posted 11 Mar 2013 06:48
Great chapter and I loved the dream twist. I never saw it coming.
Posted 11 Mar 2013 05:31
Okay. Slightly sated. Please post the next three chapters soon.5+++
Posted 11 Mar 2013 02:48
So Damn hot just looking forward for when it really happens ........ At least now i have had some release
Posted 10 Mar 2013 23:48
Oh shit! Loving this now. I'm in for the long haul please be fast with the other chapters
Posted 10 Mar 2013 22:50
Just finished chapter 9... It was worth the entire wait… Super hot and leaving it open for a lot more… great work… can’t wait for chapter 10, 11, 12…
Posted 10 Mar 2013 21:57
I love this series. What's next?????

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